Yet Another Parable On The Importance Of Controlling Your Experiments

This morning, I decide to finally try a certain productivity hack beginning with “M”, you know the one. As a test to see if it helped me increase my focus, I pick up a “Teach Yourself Calligraphy” book I had lying around but hadn’t looked at yet.

Seven hours of unbroken calligraphy-studying later, I finally start wondering if maybe I should do something else. I think maybe I used the bathroom once or twice during that time, it’s hard to tell? Anyway, I decide to count the experiment as a success.

Then I have a perfectly normal evening. After the rest of the house has gone to sleep I sit down to write a blog post or finish up some Dungeons and Discourse material or something. It’s tough going, I’m feeling a bit tired, and while looking for a distraction I notice the calligraphy book sitting on my desk and decided to tie up a lesson I didn’t finish.

Five hours of unbroken calligraphy studying later, I finally start wondering whether it might be several hours past my bedtime and whether that is a sufficiently important reason to interrupt a lesson on uncials.

So it turns out calligraphy is just really, really interesting. And I still don’t have the slightest idea whether or not M___ works.

(this is also why no more substantive blog post today)